Yeah, inslumnational underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground
Like a million elephants or silver back
Orangutans you can't stop the train
Who want some don't come unprepared
I'll be there but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weatherman telling us it ain't gone rain
So now we sitting in a drop top soaking wet
In a silk suit trying not to sweat
Hittin' somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9 Ano Domini anything goes
Be what you wanna be long as you know
Consequences are given for living
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig I might just touch hell, HOT!
Get a life now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul gold grill and a baby mamma
Black Cadillac and pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for Cancer, Cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, thangs are wrong
Well not really it was bad all along
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour
Hello ghetto let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo'

Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah

Uno, dos, tres it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone
Like that there boy and we still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend dying to geek
OutKast bumpin' up and down the street
Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep
Seventy-five MC's free styling to the beat
'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk at the club
Should've bought an ounce, but you copped a dub
Should've held back but cha threw the punch
Supposed to meet your girl, but cha packed a lunch
No D, the U to the G for you
Gotta son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got little baby girl four years Jordan
Never turned my back on my kids, there for them
Should've hit, quit it, rag top
Before you REup, get a laptop
Make business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on the road
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia's on ya
Moving like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, the block the corridors
Pullin' off myself 'cause a whippings in order
I like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Pity pat rappers trying to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL boy you better not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gone ride, high!


Outkast - B.o.b. (Bombs over Baghdad) - 2000